Hola Folks!

So…I've been thinking about priests for some reason [lmao] and of course, my mind travelled to some dark, dark place xD. Such will be explained later on! Anyway, my iTunes is on shuffle and the first song I get is Butch Walker- Coming Home; IF you haven't heard this delicious song, for the love of squeezable plushies, go and listen to it! Alrighty, I hope you aren't offended by my material, please enjoy. Rated M because my actual name is Marlene so that means this shit is bad for the kiddies.

No such characters in the Naruto universe belong to me.

Eggs and Bacon,

CrimsonNi

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The sun, normally a kind friend to the Leaf ninja, gave no mercy as it massaged sweltering heat down the spines of all four ninja trying to trudge their way down the path. One of the travelers, a young boy with unkempt brown hair, now dampened to a near-black shade, panted in heavy breaths for every foot he placed in front of the other. Should this heat feel so violating? Konoha had never experienced such an intense heat wave before. Without realizing it, the boy slightly bumped into one of his teammates, another brown-haired adolescent, Udon. A long string of snot trailed down from his nose, barely touching the corner of his mouth.

"Argh, clean your face, Udon."

"Eh? What's wrong, Konohamaru?"

The heat made him irritable. He was a jokester, a playful, tolerable kid who accepted many regardless of their flaws. But today, right at this moment, no, he wasn't feeling it. "Your face is covered in shit," Konohamaru growled.

Udon could hear the grittiness in his teammate's voice and thought it best to just remain quiet. They had walked a long way with barely any food or time to sleep. Ebisu-Sensei, their team leader, said that it was better to get back home sooner than later so the team had no choice but to use their remaining energy to travel. Now, they were stuck under the sun's glares, hoping that any merciful being could lend them a hand and grace them with shade and perhaps, if they weren't being too greedy in asking, some food and water. Konohamaru was too focused on the sweat racing down the curves of his back to see that Udon stopped in front of him.

"What the hell?!"

"Look at that," Udon said as he pointed ahead. "Doesn't that look like a tea house?"

Moegi, the female of the team, gasped and clapped in glee. "Yes it does! Sensei, let's go!"

In any other circumstance, their sensei would have been beyond ready to decline; a rule of being a ninja is that not everything appears as it seems, but he too was dazed from the heat. He barely managed a nod when his three students cheered and ran with new found energy towards the tea house. As much as he would have enjoyed taking his time, Ebisu couldn't help but also run towards that tea house in the hopes that there was something there that could hold them over until they reached the village.

Konohamaru didn't hesitate in throwing himself through the opening of the tea house, but what he discovered soured his mood immediately. The tea house was completely empty. Not a soul in sight to be seen or heard, only empty chairs and benches. When Udon and Moegi joined him, they too allowed their features to fall in disappointment. Slowly, they stepped within the territory, listening to every creak the wood beneath their feet made, quietly observing for any moment that didn't match their shadows. After the coast had felt clear, both Udon and Konohamaru looked behind the bar to find any tea, water, or food. By some miracle, there was plenty of tea leaves.

With the help of Ebisu, Moegi made enough tea to go around and the four sat in a tranquil silence. "Neh Sensei, can't we rest here for the night? I can't go back out there, I'll die."

Again, if this were any other circumstance, Ebisu would have lectured Konohamaru for even thinking of suggesting that they rest so out in the open, where any and all enemies can easily ambushed them. But, there was no need to chastise him; Konohamaru was right, the heat was going to kill him and the rest of them if they went back outside to travel. With reluctance, he agreed that this was the safest choice between the two. Luckily, they were all prepared due to their extended mission in Iwagakure. It wasn't anything fancy and if anything, the three young shinobi were bored out of their mind with the constant 'smart' talk that surrounded them. Regardless, they were going to be paid a healthy B-rank mission type of check. When the evening finally revealed through the window of the tea house, the four ninja grabbed their gear and spread their sleeping bag throughout the floor. Konohamaru couldn't wait to finally shut his eyes and fall victim to slumber; this experience would remind him that it would be the very last time he would simply agree when Ebisu-Sensei suggested something, especially if it required lack of sleep.

The tea house was peacefully quiet, as it was before it became occupied. Moegi slept with her hair no longer tied up in that odd fashion that Konohamaru couldn't help but find…interesting at times—depending on the angle. Udon, with snot still running down his face, was quietly snoring away with his hands cuddled underneath his chest, as if he were protecting himself. Ebisu slept like any experienced ninja would—laying strictly on his back facing up with his sunglasses on, barely moving his chest as if he were playing dead. Konohamaru made note of all of these peculiar yet amusing characteristics of his fellow comrades and sensei. However, why wasn't he asleep like he wanted be? 'I heard something.' Konohamaru thought.

Quietly, Konohamaru tip-toed his way out of the occupied room and scanned his immediate surroundings for any trouble. A heavenly breeze gently passed by, provoking the trees to make a noisy commotion but soon enough, it settled down until silence followed once again. He stood there for several minutes, waiting for the faintest of noises to give way, but none came. Perhaps he was just being paranoid? Honestly, they were surrounded by trees and other naturalistic effects, what did he expect? With a content sigh, Konohamaru went to tip-toe back into his bed but upon turning around, he met with resistance. Before he could even shout or get a good look at the enemy, something warm clamped over his mouth and eyes. A cold dreadful feeling crawled up his spine; dear god, was this assailant going to kill his team?! A scream desperately wanted to rip its way through his throat, he had to struggle and fight back!

"Ssh, ssh, calm down," a deep voice said. The stranger slowly peeled whatever item he had drapped over his eyes off until Konohamaru could see again. The night camouflaged the stranger's height and exact looks, but Konohamaru could tell he was a blonde, taller than him at least, and dark-skinned. "You'll wake dead with how loud you were about to scream."

The stranger removed the item from Konohamaru's mouth to let him speak. "Who are you and what do you want?" he hissed.

"I could ask you the same. What're you doing in my tea house?"

There was no need to ask if it belonged to him if the guy already proclaimed it was. Konohamaru was many things, but he wasn't disrespectful. "We didn't mean to use it as a sleeping quarter; it was really hot, we needed shelter, and we were expecting the tea house to be occupied."

Konohamaru didn't have to see to know that the stranger narrowed his eyes. Did he say something wrong? The stranger sighed heavily before leaning a tad bit closer than what could be considered comfortable. "I see, so you were referred. An old man, 2 guys, and a chick? Well don't I have my work cut out for me?"

"What're you—" Konohamaru was suddenly caught off by the feel of a large hand cupping his…p-p-privates! The hand strongly massaged the front of his pants as if it were the most natural thing it could touch. Never, never ever in his wildest dreams, did Konohamaru think pleasure could be induced so strongly, quickly, and forcibly. "H-How dare—What do you think you're doing?!" He couldn't find it in him to scream he trembled so much. His voice just sounded squeaky and breathless.

The stranger placed his lips next to Konohamaru's ear, whispering the most casual terms in the most sensual of ways. "What do I think I'm doing?" He repeated. The stranger grabbed Konohamaru's chin to tilt it up and grasp a clearer view of it. "Considering how fresh you look, do you really want to know what I think?" A tremor passed through the stranger's body, transferring it on to Konohamaru. "I'm thinking how virgins are my favorite thing to taste. How fun it's going to be watching you fall apart." He started rutting against Konohamaru's thigh, uncaring of how he looked while doing it. "Maybe that friend of yours can lick your pink little hole for me while the girl blows you. The old man can watch," he said with a chuckle.

The thought of his teammates, his friends, engaging in such scandalous acts both enthralled and appalled him—just the thought of Udon's snot almost eradicated the heated member straining between his thighs….

H-Heated…member? As in an erection?! Why the hell does he have one with this freak dry humping him out in the public?! "S-Stop, oh my god, stop!" His voice waivered, making him embarrassed to believe that he sounded as if he were pleading.

The stranger did surprisingly slow down, but he didn't stop as asked. Instead, he swayed his hands all over Konohamaru's arms, back, and chest, creating this mist of warmth that made that heated member now throb for attention. "If they referred you to me, I promise, you won't leave here until every inch of you has been fucked and satisfied."

The most effeminate gasp escaped through him before the stranger crashed his own plump lips against his. Konohamaru wasn't experienced in this field of growing up, at least not yet. Yet, his lips moved so naturally against his and it didn't intimidate him at all to throw in some tongue swipes to taste that foreign taste that came with this accursed being. The stranger slithered a hand down Konohamaru's chest, quickly reaching the line of his pants. Should he throw this guy off and scream bloody murder? Should he try and grab one of his kunai knives and stab this perverted jerk in the eye? All the signs said that he should, but his dick was at a boiling point and something that this guy said kept pulling at his mind. What did he mean by referral? Well, none of that mattered when that big warm fucking hand wrapped around his dick and stroked it like it was his own and he was desperate for release. Konohamaru's eyes rolled in the back of his head at the intensity of it. He gasped and huffed, trying to memorize the delicious tickling that rolled around all throughout his body. So this was adulthood, huh?

"Want to come?" the stranger asked, his voice strained from feeling heated himself.

Being that he never found himself in such a predicament before, he wasn't sure how to answer. Do men that engage in same-sexual activities react the same as men that engage in hetero-sexual activities? Is suppose to d-d-d-dirty talk?! How?! Oh god, now that he realized this, he hadn't the faintest idea what the hell he's suppose to do!

A hard squeeze caught his attention again. "Oi, it takes two seconds to answer. I need to know," he whispered as he descended himself onto his knees. He now held Konohamaru's red member openly in the air, displaying it for all, if any, to see. "So I can know when to aim." Despite the stranger's height, he lowered his face until his mouth was slightly beneath Konohamaru's member. A ferocious blush crept upon his features. Did this man have no shame?! And to have the nerve to wink while he's at it! The display alone was enough to send him over the edge and spray directly into the stranger's hot awaiting mouth. Tremor upon tremor coursed through Konohamaru, rendering him a gasping, moaning fool. Lord only knows how long he was in that euphoric state, but when he came down, he saw the sight of something that made him want to return immediately. The stranger swiped the semen that landed on his nose and cheek with his finger and lapped at it with a groan, as if it were the most delicious substance in the world.

He slowly looked up and although Konohamaru could quite make out the color if his eyes, he just knew they weren't common. He felt trapped under that gaze and it made him…want more. But he didn't know this man or even exactly what the hell just happened, but there was something pulling his senses towards him. Before anything could be adjusted, explained, or said, a booming voice pierced through the atmosphere, making him wish he could die right exactly where he stood.

"HALT! Just what is going on?!" Ebisu-Sensei shouted.